Chapter 242
Katelina asked Jorick about his new job. The answers were strained and edited, so she gave up. She supposed he was trying to protect her from whatever hideous deeds Malick had dreamed up for him. The idea made her hate the ancient master more.
The following evening, Jorick gave her a kiss and left to Malick's summons. Alone again, she slumped to the bathroom for a shower, then tried on her new clothes. The jeans were stretch denim and too tight for her comfort. She'd had a hard time finding anything normal, though she had to admit the gothic wedding dress had been tempting. When would she have a chance to buy clothes like that again? On the other hand, she wasn't brave enough to wear them, so what was the point?
She doctored Verchiel's bite and cringed. It was going to leave a noticeable scar. Damn, just what she needed; another one. This one looked like it might turn into the lumpy kind the junkies wore like badges of honor. Wonderful.